I’ve had the wind knocked
Out again, perhaps it’s time
To stay deflated
-a.r.
Sculpture: Deflating Human Series
by Francesco Albano
~ by April on June 10, 2015.
Posted in Family, Friendship, Humanity, Loss, Marriage, Meditation, Poetry
Tags: Anatta, Anicca, Change, Dukkha, Haiku, Impermanence, loss, Love, meditation, No-self, poetry, Suffering
d’you know: me too; and maybe you’re right
At least it’s comforting to know there are two of us. As comforted as deflation can feel.
Always happy to inflate
That’s sweet to hear, but not sure it is possible today. I think dragging myself through the day deflated is all I am capable of. But thank you, I wish you could.
Even deflated you dance.
Thank you, you almost make that sound possible.
I hope the rest of your evening is gentle.
Thank you very much. I just want bedtime to arrive quickly. I’m ready to crawl in and hide under the duvet.
I hope your sleep is sound.